I have always called San Antonio home due to the preservation of its buildings, culture, and natural spaces during the time I had lived there many years ago. I have many fond memories of the city where I learned to paint, and discovered the computer and comic books. I was not interested in photography at the time. To be honest, I had no idea the field even existed. My interests resided with illustration and painting.
My father used to work downtown as a sous chef in one of the most preeminent of hotels in San Antonio. It was there I would go ‘back in the back’ and watch the great artists painstakingly arrange food for the enjoyment of their guests. All I can say is that growing up in San Antonio was an enlightening experience.
Now, the city has become a shell of what I remembered it to be. Perhaps memories from my childhood were nothing but grand embellishments encouraged by childhood youth. Regardless, my love for San Antonio remains unwavering. The buildings, some boarded up, serve as treasure chests in my mind sealed shut by lock and key. Catching a glimpse of the familiar helps unlock a past I felt had been long forgotten.
…now I’m not for certain if I am actually talking about the rekindling of my ancient past or just having a giant ‘love fest’ over photography. Does it event matter?
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